This Game Is Too Realistic

After Ample Time and his party changed into anti-moth equipment, they also set off from the East Gate.

The greenhouse site was at the entrance to 76th Street, so the two groups happened to be on the same way.

After Chu Guang glanced at them from the sky through the drone, he returned the control of the drone to Little Seven and went to Xia Yan’s Weapon Shop.

Since the installation of the new workbench, Xia Yan no longer made bullet casings with her hands. Putting the cut and formed rough material in the mold and starting the stamping module and punching it, then a brand-new bullet casing would be formed.

However, punching the case was only the first step in making a bullet. To get a bullet with enough power and stable performance without jamming, it was still necessary to go through a series of tedious processes.

In order to improve work efficiency, Xia Yan hired 2 female workers from the nomadic tribes, each with a salary of two silver coins per day, with food and accommodation provided.

One of them was responsible for filling the bullet case with propellant and primer using specialized tools. Another was in charge of attaching bullets to the finished bullet cases.

Xia Yan herself was controlling the professional tool on the operating workbench, processing the lead and the casing, crimping the bottom of the bullet that had been filled with gunpowder, and grooving the lead that had been embedded in the casing to ensure absolute sealing between the lead and the casing.

After all the processes were completed, the bullet also needed to be washed with water to wash away the metal debris on the surface of the shell.

These metal shards that cannot be seen by the naked eye had a small chance of causing jams and affecting the shooting accuracy.

However, even after so many processes, the bullets produced still cannot be compared with those produced by professional assembly lines.

But for players, this kind of punched bullet was much more comfortable to use than the rolled bullets that Xia Yan made by low-speed punching using a small awl.

At least, there were no pitted dents on the casings of these bullets, and they did not need to worry about jamming in the middle of a battle.

"What’s the matter?" Looking at Chu Guang who was walking towards her, Xia Yan placed a basket full of bullet casings that she had just made on the wooden table next to her.

These bullet-making parts were enough for the two unskilled employees in the next room to be busy for a while.

Chu Guang looked at her and asked, "How is our ammunition reserve now?"

Xia Yan replied, "There are still 3,500 rounds of rolled bullets left. For punched bullets, including the ones you brought back from Baker Street and what I made this week, there are about 10,000 rounds in total."

Chu Guang looked slightly surprised. "So many?"

Shaking the bangs in front of her forehead, the corners of Xia Yan’s mouth curled up a little, as if she was very proud. "A lot? It’s nothing. The processing efficiency of this workbench is not bad. The processing speed will be much faster than before as long as the person is proficient at it. In addition to making bullets, I also used other materials to make 4 7mm iron-barreled rifles. It’s not as good as what you bought from the merchant from Boulder Town, but there won’t be a problem using it. But I have to remind you that at this rate, the copper in the warehouse may not be enough by the end of next month."

Although her reminder was said seriously, Chu Guang didn’t think too much of it.

Baker Street was currently under the control of Shelter 404.

If necessary, he could easily raise the price of resource recovery and send Baker Street scavengers to go deep into the city within the fifth-ring to collect resources.

In addition, he could also mobilize local survivors through Old Charlie to form a scavenger team, and under the escort of the players, those survivors could go to those dangerous areas that they would not normally approach to scavenge.

"Don’t worry about this, I will arrange for people to increase the collection of resources." After a pause, Chu Guang continued. "In addition, I plan to train a group of guards to maintain law and order at the outpost. I need about 15 iron-barreled rifles… Mhm, it is best to finish within a week. If the time is not enough, the work of making bullets can be delayed for a while."

"Guards?" Xia Yan gave Chu Guang a strange look and joked, "Who can fight better than your players?"

"They’re different." Chu Guang shook his head. He still hasn’t figured out how to explain the difference between NPC guards and player guards, so he didn’t explain it at all. "In short, it’s not good for players to do the same job for a long time. They are working for us not for money, but for fun."

The tasks of standing guard at the gate and patrolling outside were generally done by newcomers. Old players wouldn’t care about that little profit.

At present, the release speed of the new version was quite fast, and new players were constantly coming in, so there was no need to worry that these basic positions were not filled.

But if the influx of refugees continued, law and order could quickly become a big problem.

It was obviously unrealistic to expect that the work of maintaining law and order would be completely handed over to the players. Besides, this was not what they were good at.

Chu Guang planned to recruit some survivors from the brick factory to form a fixed standing guard to maintain law and order in the area of ​​the outpost.

Their weapons didn’t need to be too good and powerful. All it needed was to deter the enemy!

At the same time, those NPCs were also a constraint for players.

After all, no matter how good Little Seven’s eyesight was, it could only be used as a tool for supervision and adjudication, and its deterrence was definitely not as good as a group of guards with rifles and armbands.

When the number of players increases, those guards would definitely come in handy.

"Fun?" Xia Yan’s eyes widened, and she murmured, "What kind of fun do they get out of it?!"

Some people actually feel happy about working?!

This doesn’t make sense!

"You won’t understand, anyway, you just need to do as I say."

How can I understand if you don’t say it?

Xia Yan complained silently in her heart, but she didn’t want to confront her boss, so she nodded obediently.

"Okay, 15 guns, right? It won’t take a week. If I stop the bullet-making work, I can get it done in three or four days. By the way, what caliber do you want? Bolt-action or revolver? Is the 7mm iron-barreled rifle hanging on the wall okay?"

"7mm caliber, bolt-action type is fine, but I have some requirements on the appearance." With that, Chu Guang raised his arm and swiped the VMwith his index finger, and sent a drawing downloaded from the Internet to Xia Yan’s VM.

Looking at the picture on the screen, Xia Yan was stunned for a moment, her expression a strange one.

Thick and long frame, heavy receiver and magazine, pure wooden stock.

Although the shape did look a little more beautiful than the iron-barreled rifle on the wall, and it was full of barbaric power as a whole, she really couldn’t think of the meaning of designing a gun like that.

The gun looked too heavy. She wondered if it was so they could use it to smash their enemies.

"I don’t understand it... I won’t comment about the gun body. But is it really necessary for this receiver to be designed so wide?"

Chu Guang said indifferently, "It just looks wide in appearance. As for those flashy parts, you can understand it as a kind of deterrence. Anyway, it is not difficult to process, and it will not consume much materials. As for the effective structure including the barrel, receiver, spring, firing pin, it is still based on the rifle we bought from the Boulder Town merchant.”

"Okay..." Xia Yan nodded helplessly.

There was also a line of text under the picture. Was it to be engraved on the butt of the gun as the name of the weapon?

Arbiter Type I?

Sounds weird...

"Mhm, I’ll leave it to you then."

After explaining, Chu Guang planned to leave, but at this moment, the VM screen on his arm suddenly lit up, and a text message popped out.

The message was from Little Seven.

"Master, your players seem to be in trouble!"